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He chuckled, "There a lot of myths pertaining to vampires. But as for me, I'm a pureblood. I was born naturally like a human. I age naturally, and when I reach at the age of 18, the aging process slows down, then when I turned 21, I was a complete pureblood. An immortal. We feed on blood; that is our main nourishment, but we still eat normal food because we were born naturally, unlike for the converted vampires; they only need blood." "When were you born?" I asked. He scowled, "You just have to ask that question, little one?" I laughed out loud. Gosh, I didn't know purebloods were particular with age, "I just want to know, dork." "I was born on May 23, 1513 so that would make me 498 years ol

I ask while laughing. "Here we go I knew you would have to make some jokes Keira." He said while smiling at me. "I did tell you I was one of the oldest vampires in the world, there are only two older than me, Liam or that is what we call him now is nearly a hundered years older than me, and Peter is literally about two months older than me." Well to say how old they are they have normal names. "Have they and you always had those names?" "No we have all had different names, we had to change them over the years or it would look a bit weird someone called Ceadda these days wouldn't it?"

"I don't trust them, they want an alliance now because they're on the verge of extinction, but what about when they get back to being numerous? They'll come back for us. And I don't trust the werewolves or the vampires. Not to mention the Corde and his son." Mary closes her eyes tightly as she hears about the Corde. The Corde is the first vampire and the son of Hades. Pure-blooded vampires can live for up to five millennia, vampires for up to two millennia. Just like the course of life, the powers between the three classes are also like this. Mary is of the lowest class, but just as Occisor became the terror if his race. Using expert human-made weapons to kill vampires. "Mary, I do not trust

Vampires could get killed if they were exposed to the sun for a long period. Then, his concentration was interrupted by the sound of fast footsteps. “Sire, your brother is dead,” a man reported to him as he knelt. He opened his eyes and smiled. “She’s still hunting after all these years.” Damien Kincaid, the oldest brother of four siblings. He had lived for nine hundred fifty-three years. His father, Ethan Kincaid, was the King of all vampires although some didn't agree with his reign. His mother, Callidora Kincaid, the last royal member of the France family died giving birth to him. Although it was unlikely a vampire could give birth, Damien was one of the few who survived it. Not all vampi

That sounded ridiculous. “Yeah. That’s how they refer to the oldest vampire families. There aren’t many left, but some have well-established bloodlines. Some have roamed the earth for eons and lived through oceans of time. Others, well, they vanished with the centuries, having no one to carry out their legacy. The Harrington family is one of the oldest.” Right. Of course, they were. I rolled my eyes slightly and pressed my forehead against Lukas’s skin. He stroked my hair sweetly and lightly tugged on a few pieces.

Elsa asked, turning to him. “I am the oldest vampire, but I am not Dracula. I don't need blood like other vampires but if my temptation reached my head, then I can’t stop myself from drinking blood,” Gabriel patiently answered Elsa’s queries, taking his time to admire her. When he first saw her, it was a bewitching moment, as it captivated his heart. Her small face and exciting eyes made him crazy. He followed her the whole time and enduringly waited for her to come to him.

Lexy asked again. “There is no way to do that. Their bodies are basically dead before they become a vampire,” one answered weakly. He was the oldest among the remaining five vampires. He answered weakly not because he was losing his strength, it was actually because he wanted to appear like he was dying and take his cue to attack when the enemy lets its guard down.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

– A woman said, when they arrived at the meeting. They were boasted and in the meeting with several elders, seated around them, in a dome of a domed building. - What do we have here? - Yue questioned. One of the elders went between them, Lord Claus, he was the oldest of the werewolves, beside him the oldest of the vampires, in which they took turns to report the events. - Many ages ago, an ancient member of the council, turned against us, he was a werewolf whose twin brother was a vampire, being one of the ancients.